Xanadu
 

My eardrums are hollow. Your voice gets lost in the canyon — I can’t hear you. Butchered affirmations and sermons of tender sentiment....

Dust settles on the book cover. Every chapter has dog-eared pages, with scribbled notes in the margin. The spine is cracked and crooked,...

Grab your portmanteau Start moving—we’re walking to the Chateau Stone windows, art nouveau Distant cousins dressed like hoes Take...

I look at my heart placed so carefully upon the porcelain plate. Same place as always with only one new addition. Utensils stick out,...

That night, all I knew was pain. Like needles piercing my soft skin, tears rolling down my face. Sobs echoed in my room as I thought that...

Fast feet at the ring of alarm bells Cafeteria sit down chats and soggy taco shells Security guards suspecting back room bails ...

Depths of winter, silence blankets the world, my scars lie like fallen leaves, each one a testament to the cold, each one of...

my mom plants a garden in my heart. she tends to the yellow tulips and the purple hydrangeas. me, a flower— i can do very little for her....

Our origin, birthright. Gravity encasing, touching every inch, holding you. We are judged by our volume and mass. The amount of space...

-for my eulogist, in advance -after Stephen Dunn Tell them I was human. That I lived a life I loved....